2: Chapter 2 The Strongest Master-Disciple System

The several Elders spoke one after another, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heated.

"Lin Qingwan, your Zixia Peak only takes in little girls. What would it look like for a big young man to run over there? Don't ruin such a good Sword Dao seedling for me!" the burly Elder glared with wide eyes and a bristling beard, showing no courtesy at all.

The beautifully dressed woman in palace attire, Lin Qingwan, let out a cold snort. "My Zixia Peak's 《Zixia Wuxiang Sword Art》 focuses on overcoming the rigid with the soft, which perfectly matches this child's introverted and steady temperament. On the other hand, look at your Zhanjian Peak; you all act like uncultured wild bulls who only know how to charge and smash blindly. That's treating raw jade like a brick—such a waste of heavenly treasures!"

"Bullshit! What do you know? A swordsman should have a sharp edge! What kind of Sword Cultivator cowers in fear!"

"I'm talking about simple-minded and brawny fellows like you!"

Seeing that the two were about to roll up their sleeves and start fighting, the white-haired Elder nearby quickly squeezed into the middle to mediate. "The two of you, calm down, calm down. Harmony brings wealth, harmony brings wealth."

His pair of small eyes rolled around, and looking past the two of them, he gazed at Zhao Ruoan.

"Little friend, don't listen to them. One only knows how to kill and fight, while the other only knows how to play with ink and brush. There's no future in that."

"Come to my Danding Peak, where Spirit Pills are eaten like candies and Spirit Medicine is eaten like meals. With a Pill Furnace in one hand and a long sword in the other, wealth in the left hand and strength in the right hand—isn't that wonderful?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Lin Qingwan and the burly Elder glared at him simultaneously.

"You surnamed Zhou, what are you, an Alchemy practitioner, meddling in this fuss!"

"Exactly, the sword techniques of your Danding Peak are almost lost, don't come here to mislead others!"

The Qi of the three Elders collided in mid-air, and the invisible coercion spread in all directions like a landslide and tsunami.

On the plaza in front of the mountain gate, those young men who were still standing could no longer hold on.

"Thud!"

"Thud!"

Everyone, including the few Qingxuan Sect Disciples maintaining order, collapsed onto the ground.

Each of their faces turned pale, and they found it difficult to breathe.

It was too terrifying.

Is this the coercion of the Elder level?

Merely the aftermath of their colliding Qi deprived them of even the qualifications to stand.

Within the crowd, a rich young Revered Master who had only obtained a quota through family connections had his crotch soaked at this moment, his face full of despair.

Having lived in luxury since childhood and considering himself superior to others, he had only come here to gild himself.

But now, looking at the youth in plain clothes in the center being frantically fought over by the three big shots, his mindset completely collapsed.

Turns out that money really wasn't omnipotent here.

"I... I have bitterly cultivated for ten years and fancied myself a Genius... In the end, I can't even compare to a single strand of his hair..." A proud and arrogant youth muttered in a dejected manner, the last trace of brilliance in his eyes extinguishing as well.

"Dad, Mom, your child is unfilial; I won't Cultivate this immortality anymore..."

Envy? Jealousy?

No, they couldn't even generate feelings of jealousy right now.

There was only endless looking up.

Just as the outside world was in a complete mess and everyone was panicking,

Zhao Ruoan, at the center of the storm, slowly opened his eyes.

That sharp Qi rampaging and surging within his body quietly converged, returning to his limbs and bones without a single trace to be found anymore.

The time for the Extraordinary Comprehension Ability Card had arrived.

He felt his head still somewhat swollen, as if an encyclopedia had been forcibly crammed into it.

The thousands of sword marks on the stone tablet were no longer messy lines in his eyes at this moment; instead, they were the lifelong painstaking efforts of various Sword Dao Grandmasters, transforming into the purest sword principles and merging into his Soul.

"Ding."

A cold prompt tone sounded.

"Congratulations to the Host for comprehending Sword Intent. The current Sword Intent Rank is Tier 5."

He glanced at his System interface.

[Host: Zhao Ruoan]

[Cultivation Talent: Yellow Rank Grade 3]

[Realm: Body Refining Level 3]

[Cultivation Technique: Basic Body Refining Technique.]

[Concept: Sword Intent Rank 5]

His inner self was without a single ripple, and he even felt a little like laughing.

Rank 5 High Tier?

It was just a little bit fiercer than expected.

He originally thought he could manage a Rank 5 Mid Tier, and attracting one or two Elders would already be the absolute limit.

He didn't expect a direct royal flush to fish out the Sect's big shots.

This effect was top-notch.

He was a Transmigrator.

In his past life, he was an ordinary corporate slave. Due to an accident, he came to this bizarre world of immortality cultivation and became a wailing infant.

His luck wasn't too good in this lifetime; his parents died early, and he was adopted by a kind old hunter.

The old hunter had struggled through the mountains for fourteen years; let alone cultivation, he hadn't even seen a literate teacher.

He originally thought that in this lifetime, he would just hunt like this, marry a wife, and live a plain and ordinary life until the end.

Until a month ago.

"Ding! The Strongest Revered Master and Disciple System at your service!"

The Golden Finger might be late, but it would never be absent.

The System's beginner gift pack was simple and crude, directly elevating him from a Mortal without the strength to truss a chicken to Body Refining Level 3, and also gifting a key item—[Extraordinary Comprehension Ability Card].

Furthermore, the main quest issued by the System was so simple and crude that it left him tongue-tied.

[Main Quest: Apprentice under a Revered Master and Learn Skills]

[Quest Requirement: Enter the Sect under any powerhouse of the Qingxuan Sect and become their Personal Disciple.]

[Quest Description: The higher the Revered Master's identity, status, and strength, the more generous the final reward the Host will obtain. There is no upper limit!]

[Quest Reward: Distributed according to the final evaluation result.]

There is no failure penalty.

The rewards have no upper limit.

Is there even a need to choose?

Must do a big job!

Therefore, he came.

Before coming, he had already found out clearly that the Qingxuan Sect was the number one major Sect within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, a righteous and honorable faction with massive wealth and resources. Wanting to follow the normal procedure with his trash talent of Yellow Rank Grade 3, being able to become a Utility Disciple would already count as smoke rising from his ancestral tombs.

Wanting to leap to the skies in a single bound and directly become a big shot's Personal Disciple definitely had no chance through normal channels.

The only way was to make a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering event, forging himself into a peerless Prodigy encountered once in ten thousand years.

This sword comprehension stele was his entire wager.

Now it seemed he had betted right.

Watching those three Elders still arguing until their faces were red over the issue of his allegiance, Zhao Ruoan was already blooming with joy inside.

This wave was stable; the quest completion rate definitely wouldn't be low.

He cleared his throat, preparing to say something to break this awkward yet explosive situation.

Right at this moment.

An indescribable and terrifying Qi quietly descended from the deepest part of the Qingxuan Sect.

This Qi was neither violent nor fierce; it was like the ubiquitous heavenly might—gentle, yet leaving people unable to raise even the slightest thought of resistance.

The three Elders who were arguing until their faces were red a second ago collectively fell silent the instant this Qi appeared.

Their expressions were filled with panic and reverence, and they uniformly bowed towards the depths of the Sect.

The entire mountain gate plaza was dead silent.

A cold and detached voice leisurely resounded.

"This child, this Eminence wants him."